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409 pages, Hardcover
First published August 19, 2014
Dr. Emory Charbonneau, a pediatrician and marathon runner, disappears on a mountain road in North Carolina. Her husband, Jeff, does not report her missing for a few days and then the trail is gone cold. While police suspect Jeff of instant divorce, Emory, suffering from an unexplained head injury, regains consciousness and finds herself the captive of a man whose violent past is so dark that he won t even tell her his name. She’s determined to escape him, and willing to take any risks necessary to survive....
”Blood washes out, most of the time ...”
Her heart clutched with a foreboding of disaster to which she had no time to react before skyrockets of pain exploded inside her
He’d spent a night with her that he would die remembering.
He would revisit it a million times in his fantasies
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‘But owning the pain, running through it, overcoming it, was a matter of self-will and discipline.’![]()
“I’ve got your back, Doc. You can count on it. I would kill them before I let them touch you.”![]()
a successful paediatrician and reluctant heiress. She’s smart, kind, caring and totally focused.....although I questioned her sense in her husband “choice”....Jeff - self-centred, selfish, and a total loser!!!!![]()
"It was a lived-in face with a webbing of creases around his eyes, furrows at the corners of his lips, and a watchful wariness behind his eyes, which were a startling aquamarine. The cool color contrasted to his suntanned, wind-scoured face."who refuses to tell her his name
She sank deeper into the mattress. Her concussed brain dragged her toward oblivion. She was just this side of it when she jerked into full awareness.So, I’m wondering, who is this mystery man??? Is he really a bad or good guy???
“You never told me your name.”
“That’s right,” he said. “And I won’t.”
". . .drawing her closer and pressing his face into her giving middle, then. . ."
"He nipped the side of her neck with his teeth, wanting to mark her as his, damn well knowing he had no right to her, no right even to want her. 'Scared?' [he asked] 'No.' 'Then I'm not doing it right.'"
"Tearing his mouth free of hers, he buried his face in the ell of her shoulder and neck, his breath fast and hot against her skin. 'Yeah, okay, something has changed. When I'm by myself in the night, I'll want you.'"
”Emory turned her head and spoke in an undertone that Norman would be unable to hear. “Are you sure your gun is loaded?”
“Always.” After a beat, he added, “I’ve got your back, Doc. You can count on it. I would kill them before I let them touch you.”
”“But he held on and, in fact, yanked her closer, grinding against her open thighs with unmistakable implication. “But here’s a warning, Doc. You give me another opportunity to put my hands on you, and I’m going to put them all over you. Got it? I’m not gonna imagine you naked, I’m gonna see you naked. Offer up yourself again, and I’ll ignore every reason why I shouldn’t fuck you.”
“Then make memories for me, Doc.”
“Memories?”
(…)
“What kind of memories?”
Her question ended on a surprised inhale when he deftly relocated and moved her thighs far enough apart to accommodate his wide shoulders. She could almost feel the probe of his hot gaze as he slid his hands under her and pulled her closer. She definitely felt the first sweep of his tongue, then his lips moving against her as he whispered. “Dirty ones.”